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Stiles remembered the day he attended his first pack meeting. Derek had called him on his cell and told him to be at the loft by seven. Never said what it was concerning, but Stiles didn’t care. He drove all the way to Derek’s with a smile on his face. Finally, he had thought. The others consistently pestered him to help with research to solve their problems in the past, and Scott always needed help with something werewolf related, or Allison related. The latter probably frustrated Stiles the most. But never before had he been asked to go to the official pack meetings. Never before had they wanted to include him.
When he got there, he was surrounded by the warm contented smiles on everyone’s face, even Derek’s. The latter nearly being a source of a heart attack for him. And the whole gang was there: Derek, Isaac, Jackson, Lydia, Scott, Allison, and Peter. They immersed him immediately into their conversation, thanking him for all he’s done, making him feel welcomed and wanted. It was like a dream come true for the teen—his own personal rite of passage into this exclusive family. He embraced everything with open arms. So that’s why, when the meeting was over and Derek approached him to quietly pose the question “How far would you go to help your pack mates,” Stiles responded; “I’ll do whatever is required of me.” Those were words he would never forget, or regret.
And as he stood in front of his mirror, dressed only in an over sized t-shirt, the light of the moon bathing him in her glow, he smiled. “Let the fun begin.”
TBC....